Yesterday I was interviewed by some kids in the Communications department, asking me about what effect the new dress code has had on class behavior. They videorecorded the interview for class. This is my one shot at the big time! I'll be famous! Yesss!

This morning, my neighbor knocked on my door and asked me for a favor: he needed a ride to a job interview. (He lives with his girlfriend in the apartment below mine.) We've exchanged greetings before, but I'd never gotten his name. Now I did: Derrik. Whether he gets the job or not (and I hope he does), I always enjoy opportunities to get to know my neighbors. Neighbors look out for each other.

Just three days ago, for instance, a neighbor (in an apartment in the building next to mine) warned me that her apartment had been broken into and her car stolen. The car was recovered with only a dent (so it could have been much worse), but she came by to warn me. That's the sort of thing I'm talking about -- neighbors looking out for each other.

Would you be my . . .
Could you be my . . .
Won't you be . . .
My neighbor?

(Hello out there, little blog neighbor!)